by Loki Renard
“That seems like it would break a world. You can get anything from anywhere at any time?”
“There are limitations,” he said, pulling out a red sleeve of cardboard, containing slivers of golden potato, salted to what looked like perfection.
Her stomach growled, and her mouth watered. More than that, her entire body welled with a sense of overwhelming homesickness. Everything she had been through in the last few hours, from losing her virginity, to being ripped from her world seemed to catch up with her all at once. She felt an insurmountably painful ache in her chest, and tears welling in her eyes.
“Let me go home,” she said, all the alcohol induced bravery draining from her. “I can't live here.”
“You can, and you will. Now, if I let you out of that cage, are you going to kneel at my feet like a good pet and beg for these?”
“Sure," she said, willing to say practically anything to escape captivity. The cage was claustrophobic and humiliating, and uncomfortable besides. “Whatever you say.”
He reached down and flicked the cage open. She scrambled out of it and would have put as much distance between them as possible, but for the scent of the fries luring her close to her winged alien captor.
He had the only piece of home left to her clutched in his massive red alien hand. She noticed that the hue of his skin was much less noticeable here. Something about the atmosphere of the planet made him look almost… human.
Then she looked up and she saw those two deep dark eyes looking back at her, and there was nothing human about him at all. He was entirely alien, and probably extremely dangerous. She felt the ache between her thighs, the reminder of their tryst. She had given herself to him. He had torn the very last vestige of innocence from her and now she was naked, on her knees, nursing a fading buzz and wishing she was at work. Work had once seemed like a boring, life-stealing chore. Now it seemed like the safest place in the universe.
Dominax plucked a single fry from the paper packet which bore the logo of her previous employer, making Katie wonder what precisely what sorcery was at work. The king’s vague explanation did not satisfy her. It sounded more like magic than science, and she didn’t know if she could trust him.
“So these are actually from Earth. You just reached into my old place of work and snatched someone’s order out of the ether?”
“They were pulled directly from the realm of your world, yes.”
“So that shiny drawer is like a small…”
“Wormhole,” he said. “A digital wormhole.”
“Uh huh.”
She was going to climb right the fuck into that wormhole and escape back home, that’s what she was going to do.
“If you’re thinking about using it for escape, don’t. For one, it’s less than a quarter of the size you are. For two, it is prone to distortions if you don’t know what you are doing. You got fries this time. But next time, you never know.”
She wasn’t listening to his warnings. She was listening to the growling hunger in her stomach.
“Gimme,” she said, snatching the fry right out of his fingers. She shoved it into her mouth, then lunged for the rest of the package with outstretched hands. She would have gotten it too, except for that she didn’t. He pulled the package up away from her and held it over her head.
“Uh uh,” he chided, his dark eyes narrowing with a dark smile. “You are a very disobedient and rebellious little pet, aren’t you.”
“Fuck you. Gimme.” She lunged again, this time putting herself more or less over his left thigh. It was a huge mistake. He clamped her there with one arm — the same arm holding her cherished fries, and started spanking her with the other one, his big palm covering almost the entirety of one cheek every time it landed across her exposed ass.
“Manners,” he growled. “Obedience. Respect. These are all concepts you need to learn. And they’re all things you will learn over my knee, brat.”
She cursed and squealed as he imparted a blazing sting to her hide, making her very sore indeed. But Katie was used to pushing through discomfort of all kinds to get what she really wanted. You didn’t survive New York without being ready to do what it took to get what you wanted.
“FRIES!” She screamed the word, grabbed back to her waist for the package, and shoved most of the contents into her mouth. It didn’t matter how much or how hard he spanked her now. She’d won the battle.
Spank her harder he did. Without the need to hold onto the fries, he could now hold onto her even more firmly, swatting her bare ass with swift, repetitive slaps which rose to a speedy crescendo. She screamed, losing some precious fried potato in the process.
“Fucking hell!”
“Disobedient, bad little pet,” he growled. “Stealing food right out of your king and master’s hand.”
He was not playing with her. The spanking was hard, and it hurt like hell. There was nothing for it but to give into the tears welling in her eyes, to wail and to cry like the helpless baby he was making her feel like.
Dominax did not like seeing his little human cry, but he liked her disobedience even less. She just kept fighting him at every turn, trying to get away with the most egregious disobedience.
He did not want to punish her. He took no joy in her writhing and wailing, but she needed this. She had probably needed it for a very long time. Everything about her behavior suggested that she had been getting away with being an untamed brat for years.
“Have you had enough, pet? Are you beginning to understand what I require from you?”
She made a whimpering sound which probably did not indicate understanding. It was going to take more than a day to teach her the ways of her new world. Humans were ill disciplined and badly supervised. They let one another do whatever they wished, only intervening when serious crimes took place, and sometimes not even then. It was no way to run a society.
Dominax’s kingdom was run in a much more orderly fashion. Every citizen was held responsible for their behavior at all times, and as a result, every citizen knew better than to run riot. There were some exceptions, like Darma, but the nail that stood up got thrashed, as the old Earth saying sort of went.
He decided to show mercy and stopped spanking her, instead rubbing her crimson skin gently.
“It hurts,” she whimpered.
“I am sure it does,” he crooned. “But you deserved it, baby pet. You were so naughty, weren’t you.”
“I was hungry,” she whimpered. “I needed to eat.”
“And you would have eaten if you had just behaved yourself. I would have fed you a feast from my fingers.”
“I can feed myself.”
“Actually, you can’t. Not here. Not even on your own world. You were dependent on others to give you a pittance to live there. I will be much more generous if you are obedient. And if you are not, then I will punish you. I will make you very, very sore.”
She said nothing, just whimpered as he pulled her up into a sitting position on his lap.
He knew that she was still hungry and she was tired. He opened the drawer again and pulled out a fresh batch of fries. He would have to investigate human foods more to ensure that she got the correct nutrition.
“Here,” he said, feeding her from his fingers.
She ate, sniffling unhappily to herself, and saying nothing more.
This was not what Dominax had expected. He had not thought the human pet thing through, he had to admit. He had imagined he would simply sweep a grateful human up from her tedious life, and she would be so enthralled by being mated to an alien king she would not question him or disobey him, or be inconvenient in any way.
But that was not the human way. Humans, he realized, were trouble. They were little balls of self-contradiction.
He fed her the entire package of fries, and then continued to hold her as she sobbed, sniffled, and then finally fell asleep curled up in his arms. She must trust him. She wouldn’t be asleep if she didn’t. But she also hated him, there was no doubt about that either
. He had seen the loathing in her eyes, and heard it in the disrespectful tones of her voice before he’d spanked that out of her.
It was time to get some advice from a friend.
5 Crimes and Conversations
“ARCHON! YOU UTTER BASTARD!” Dominax shouted into the communications device. Only a king could speak to another king in such a way and mean it affectionately rather than as an affront to all things proper. Lesser words had stared intergalactic wars in the past, but Dominax knew his audience.
“What can I do for you, Dominax?” Archon’s voice came out of the ether. It took a moment for him to appear on screen. The dragon king of Archaeus was quite the scaled sight to behold, an intimidating humanoid blessed with the spirit of ancient dragons and perfectly adapted to chaotic modernity. It was Archon who had first taken a human lover. If there was anybody who could help Dominax, it was him.
“I took a human from ancient planet Earth when we travelled through time to reunite your pet with her family.”
Best to get that confession out of the way quickly. Dominax wasn’t strictly supposed to have taken a human from Earth. It was technically illegal according to certain treaties and documents and laws, but being a king, Dominax considered himself above most of those things. It had not occurred to him that there might be a good reason for them to exist.
“You took a human from Earth?” Archon shook his head. “Bad idea, they’re feral there. There’s a reason it’s illegal to bother the historic humans. You’re lucky I took you to the version of 2020 without the plague.”
“There’s more than one version of the year 2020 on the planet Earth?”
“Of course. There are infinite versions of everything. You. Me. This toast I was trying to eat before you shrieked across the universe for help.” Archon did not sound entirely amused by the predicament Dominax found himself in, but he had just admitted to a much bigger crime himself.
“So you’ve been splitting and slipping between time streams.”
Archon shrugged.
“Archon, that could lead to an explosion in time itself. A timesplosion!”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Is that why you called? To discuss who has broken more laws?”
“It’s not. This human is…”
“A pain in the ass?” Archon used a very human expression. It made Dominax wonder just how many trips Archon had taken to Earth. It also made him wonder how many trips other kings had taken. For all he knew, the planet was crawling with aliens who weren’t supposed to be there at any given moment.
“Yes. She’s defiant one moment, and tearful the next. She’s strong mentally, but physically I could break her if I am not incredibly careful. She wants to have her way before she understands what having her way even means…”
“Yeah. That’s a human. She’s going to be difficult. My suggestion, if you won’t take her back, is to be as big a pain in her ass as she is in yours.”
“I’ve whipped her, don’t worry about that. That’s not what concerns me. What concerns me is that punishment didn’t make much of an impact on her.”
“Probably. The easiest thing to do would be to put her back and get one from the more modern colonies. They’re much more tame.”
“But I like this one.”
“Then be prepared to whip her ass until she obeys you. See, humans are as close to animals as any sentient being can be, but they think they’re civilized. That means they’re arrogant and caught in the notion that they are our equals.”
“That’s not possible. One cursory glance at our relative physical stature, if nothing else, would surely convince them otherwise. They don’t even have time travel yet. I overheard some of them arguing if they had even gone to their own moon. They’re primitive by almost any standard one could care to apply.”
Archon was nodding along, and a broad smile spread across his face as he made the next statement.
“They actually think they are the most advanced species in the universe.”
Dominax threw back his head and laughed for a very long time. “But they’re so small, so weak, so limited.”
“They don’t see it in themselves,” Archon smiled. “Their most dearly held belief, even to the weakest among them, is that they are the strongest beings in all creation. They become incredibly offended if you point out their shortcomings, biologically and technologically.”
“This will be amusing, then,” Dominax said. “It does explain a great deal of her behavior. She’s not submitting to me, because it doesn’t occur to her that she should submit to anyone, or anything, is that it?”
“Probably. Fortunately, humans do have a very submissive streak, especially the females. It is baked into their DNA due to their herd nature and a history of brutal violence. Show that you are strong, and she will follow, even if it seems she loathes you for it. Even if she does loathe you for it. My mate hated me the entire time I was hunting her down. It made for a very stimulating conquest.”
“And how is a human to be conquered?” Dominax was fairly certain he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from Archon’s mouth.
“Fuck her hard. Fuck her long. Fuck her pussy, her ass, her mouth. Make sure she knows that every single hole she has belongs to you. It is impossible to be too dominant with a human.”
Encouraged by Archon’s thoughts on the matter, Dominax nodded in agreement.
“So then, I should simply enjoy the process of taming her, understanding that she has to fight, and that she is also destined to lose that battle, because she doesn’t truly want to win it,” Dominax said.
“More or less, yes. Of course, I haven’t met the human you’ve decided to make your pet. She may be unique in some fashion.”
“I believe she is unique in every fashion,” Dominax replied. “In a crowd of hundreds of humans, she stood out among them all. Though, I don’t think she is different because she isn’t a candidate for carnal captivity, but because she was made for it. I hope to one day show her to you, properly tamed and upon my leash.”
“It is only a matter of time and will,” Archon replied. “Good luck!”
6 Dirty Discipline
Katie woke up alone.
She was aching inside and out from the consequences of defying a king. The humiliation of being spanked by Dominax had not yet dissipated, nor had the physical sensations. Her pussy throbbed with the memory of having been taken thoroughly, and her ass was periodically stinging and twitching with the memory of the hard slaps which had rained down on her ass.
She sat up and looked around. The room was large, but there was no sign of Dominax anywhere in it. She felt a small amount of relief at that. She wasn’t sure she had herself together enough to talk to him.
Pushing back the blankets, Katie did a cursory escape check. She assumed the main doors into the bedroom would be locked and guarded, and when she tried them, they were definitely locked. So there was that.
She walked out onto the deck, or whatever it was they called this thing. A roost? A perch? A balcony? Some combination of the three, or maybe none of them. There was no escaping this place anymore — not that she had tried to escape it in the first place. She’d tried to get some food and earned herself a spanking in the process.
“So fucking unfair,” she muttered to herself, crossing her arms over her chest. “So fucking weird.”
This was stranger than anything she had ever imagined she would encounter, but it was happening, so she guessed she was going to have to get with the program. Apparently, she wasn’t going to live her life on Earth as she’d planned. She wasn’t going to graduate from college. She wasn’t going to meet a nice guy and have some babies and buy a house. She was going to be the pet of a winged king on a lava planet.
Where was that winged king?
He’d be back, she guessed, when he was done with king things. Or maybe he was done with her. Maybe she’d pissed him off, and he’d just abandoned her in the bedroom. Though there wasn’t any need for that. If she annoyed him enough it wouldn’
t be hard to get rid of her. He could just fly her out into the lava and drop her.
That was a dark thought. So why was she smiling?
Because she was fucked up, that’s why. Same reason she couldn’t just do what he wanted and give way to the will of this alien king who was actually trying to spoil her in his own weird way. He’d gotten her fries because he thought she liked them, and he was right.
But he wasn’t right in any other respect. He was absolutely wrong for having taken her, that was for sure. Dominax didn’t know who he’d taken. Didn’t know who she was. He’d picked her because she was a pretty face, the same way drunk dudes who hit on her during her shift did. Sometimes they’d hit on her and ask her out on dates. And once or twice, she’d agreed. It had never gone well.
She looked out over the lava sea and wondered what she had done to deserve this fate. Katie knew it was a stupid thing to even bother thinking. Life had taught her that nobody deserved anything. Things just happened to them. This was happening to her now.
“Beautiful, isn’t it.”
Dominax appeared behind her, his hand on the back of her neck, underneath her collar. His touch was comforting, and almost sweet. But it was also commanding and controlling.
It wasn’t beautiful. It was a literal hellscape. But it would have been rude to say that, so she didn’t.
She turned and looked up at him. “What is there to do here? Do you have television?”
“No. Our species does not have a constant need to be entertained. We are content with the relentless pursuit of conquest.”
“Conquest of what? The fucking dirt? There’s nothing here but a big palace…”
Dominax lifted a thick royal brow at her. “Is this your way of asking me to show you around?”
“I guess?”
“You’re rude.”
“I’m from New York. It’s kind of our thing.”
“Being thrashed will soon be your thing, human.”